I wanted to do something different, like... like... THE HUMANITIES!
Once upon a time, I wanted to do the humanities for a living. I can hear you scoff, "do the humanities? No one, does the whole humanities!" Well I do, and I do it like a boss.
For a spell last semester I entertained becoming world famous for my inherent ability to bullshit and read far too deeply into the cultural implications of things. I wanted to create long amazing papers on trivial things, like Cardcaptor Sakura and Sailor Moon (I even wrote a 20 page term paper on the subject), publish them, and become the world's leading authority on the matter. I even created an alliance with one of my friends to do all of this. And then fear overcame my delusions of grandeur. I was unable to even attempt to email my professor with regards to potential guidance on the matter.
And thus, the dream was lost.
Only to come back to me during odd times of academic struggle or boredom, or even in a random burst of creativity and inspiration.
I still want to be amazing for stupid reasons. I might even post such drivel here, for your entertainment and thoughts, ye invisible reader.